Castle on a Cloud

Like many, I waited to see if a piece of history would be leveled. Paris and Hugo and Hemingway. Bells and bell towers, hunchbacks and fear of the marginalized. Asylum, refuge. And above all, the infuriating human trait of naiveté. ***** We humans, sacks of blood and bone, architects of these castles in the sky,…

Saints and Martyrs

Three Italian Catholic mothers walk into a kitchen.  It could be the start of a bad joke.  It could be an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond.  Instead it is the reality of my annual summer vacation. Welcome to Gulit-a-polooza 2013. Every summer, for a few emotion laden days, I spend a great deal of time around…

Losing my religion

Back in September, my son expressed an interest in joining the local Transatlantic Scout troop.  I have my own issues with the Boy Scouts of America and their politics, but I put them aside and this is not the post for those issues.  The bigger issue, until now, was the fact that a parental figure…